Trust a gesith to want to talk about weapons. They were all the same, no matter what world or time they came from. Luckily Hild was not as restricted in her sex as most, could ask questions of archers and weaponsmiths and be indulged with answers. She had also been genuinely interested in the answers to all the questions she asked, so she remembered the details well.

"More long," she said, raising her hand to a little below her chin. "And... flat? I do not know how to say it, but your bow--" Hild drew the shape of his bow in the air, how it bent at the ends and had a more pronounced curve. Then she drew the bow she was familiar with, one long shaft with barely a bend.

"I see some men pull to cheek," she said, demonstrating. She had never let fly an arrow herself, but she knew the stance perfectly. "In my time, they pull to chest."